[Intro] There's an old road I still remember Even after all these years Past the trees and weathered fences To the place that held us near [Verse 1] Tan brick walls and an old steeple Tall against that Georgia sky Weathered wooden cross draped in silk Where the seasons ebb and flow There's a graveyard just behind it Names I knew beneath those stones The little church that somehow Never quite felt like my spirit's home [Chorus] Fleeting prayers beneath these beams Laughter, tears and family dreams Words we whispered, songs we sang Hands we held, our spirits lifted People come and people go Years roll on like weathered glass But something still holds me near Fleeting prayers through all the years [Verse 2] Easter mornings, tables crowded Every holiday we'd gather 'round Covered dishes, old familiar faces Laughter and conversation found Christmas lights around the manger Voices rising through the night Songs we'd learned and songs we'd carried Filling every corner with light Many hands patched up the walls Helping fix what time had worn They kept the grounds in proper shape Generations gave their time back To a place that holds our souls [Verse 3] There's quiet in the graveyard Where the oldest stories sleep Names that once filled up these tables Rest beneath the grass so deep I carried kin through those old doors With the family walking close Held the weight of those we loved And laid them beside those that came before Some were fathers, some were brothers Some were names I still can hear And every time I pass those headstones I know my own time also grows nearer [Bridge] I've wandered farther than I meant to Lost my way a time or two But when the road grew dark There's still folks guiding me through No questions asked, no judgment spoken Just a hand when I was low Like I was still one of them Even after letting go [Final Chorus] Fleeting prayers beneath these beams Laughter, tears and family dreams Words we whispered, songs we sang Hands we held, our spirits lifted People come and people go Years roll on like weathered glass But something still holds me near Fleeting prayers through all the years And though I've wandered far from here This old place still knows my name Through every loss and every year Some things never truly change Fleeting prayers, old voices calling Through these walls and memories What we leave behind keeps living In the roots beneath these stones [Outro Fleeting prayers... Through all the years...
